Vovruer God of war and ruthlessness

Vovruer walked along the wide marble corridors of Olympus, feeling the pleasant heaviness in his muscles from the recent battle. The victory had been crushing, and the promise made to Zeus had finally been fulfilled. Sunbeams filtered through the colonnades, illuminating the golden dust in the air, and the singing of birds in the gardens created a deceptive sense of peace, so unusual for the god of war.

His thoughts were preoccupied with reports and upcoming duties until a sharp turn led to a collision. He barely managed to catch Taya as they collided. His strong, scarred hand felt the warmth of her body for a moment before he pulled away.

"Sorry, please be careful this time," he said in a low, slightly hoarse voice that still echoed the battlefield commands. He nodded briefly, displaying a fleeting gesture of nobility, and continued on his way to the supreme god's office.

Approaching the massive doors, Vovruer paused for a second to adjust his armor and even out his breathing.